Over the hills, Along the shore.

Virescent lines drawing curves of hills
I worship every time I recall her figure,
Douglas firs aligned
Rivet memories from our first kiss
How dry cracks on her lips
Touched mine,
As we spooned.

Hot wind mixed with salt
The rays of sun ashore,
Oh how much
His soft hair my fingers love smoothing,
Now and then thoughts of tracing it
Teasingly along his cheekbone
Mantle me.

We exchange reminiscences of passion;
From the pearls of waves tickling her bosom
To how the trickling dewdrops on sprouts
Provoke the lyricist in me,

Ardently we speak of boundaries
The boundaries we have yet to traverse
For we see no limit to love, to desire
As far as Mother Nature unrolls.

Nuha Faiz

BA undergraduate. Teacher by profession, reader by birth and a writer by choice. I bond over anything well-written, aesthetics, food and cats.


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